The figure shot up out of the depths and skyrocketed to the surface. Breeching the water with a loud whoop she unfurled her massive blue-green wings, sending droplets as bright and shiny as the gems adorning her skin spinning away from her.

[Fraudir, to be blunt, is an adrenaline junkie. She loves to do outrageous stunts that no sane dragon in this lair would ever even think about in their wildest imaginations. She is laid back and carefree, choosing to fly over the Tidelord's domain whenever she can rather than stay grounded in her den. She lost her wings when she was young/was born with a sickness that affected her wings, so when she was older she fashioned herself a pair of prosthetic wings out of metal and magic. (AND SCIENCE!)]